Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Basic Channel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.